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First Birth<\/strong><\/p>\n The two owls shout from the rooftop The rising stars struggle to breathe in A monster exchanges a bunch of flowers with a kid.<\/p>\n There are flutes and fiddle What if the moon melts away and shower silver coins The house and mansion drifts past each other The leaden sky seems to hold its breath,<\/p>\n We laugh, we cry, we break laws, Slowly the night gives birth a poem in my secret diary page.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gopal Lahiri<\/strong> was born, grew up and lives now in Kolkata, India. He is a bilingual poet, writer, editor, critic and translator and published in Bengali and English language.\u00a0He has had seven collections of poems in Bengali and eight collections in English and edited one anthology of poems in English.\u00a0<\/span>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/glah<\/a>i First Birth The two owls shout from the rooftop A hurricane of bats flies around, A father devours his own child in silence. The rising stars struggle to breathe in The first to go out in the dark is the slum boy knowing no one is waiting, A monster exchanges a bunch of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17672","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17672"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17673,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17672\/revisions\/17673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA hurricane of bats flies around,
\nA father devours his own child in silence.<\/p>\n
\nThe first to go out in the dark is the slum boy
\nknowing no one is waiting,<\/p>\n
\nA plenty of percussion stomping
\nThe tram line is still wrapping the lone street dancer.<\/p>\n
\nWhat if a blue-eyed cat start singing love song in a baritone.<\/p>\n
\nThe pavement flies away, the lights turn dim
\nA martyr wears a joker hoodie,<\/p>\n
\nWe have not been handcuffed, we have not been punished,<\/p>\n